C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Sweet are the little brooks that ran
  • O’er pebbles glancing in the sun,
  • Singing in soothing tones.
  • Hood.

  • I chatter, chatter, as I flow,
  • To join the brimming river,
  • For men may come and men may go,
  • But I go on forever.
  • Tennyson.

  • Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
  • Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
  • And whom the curious painter doth pursue
  • Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
  • And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.
  • Wordsworth.

  • Thou hastenest down, between the hills to meet me at the road,
  • The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
  • Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
  • Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.
  • Lucy Larcom.